O, Tumbleweed!
4-Dec-2003
O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed How brownish are your branches O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed How brownish are your branches You roll around the desert sand, You smash my feet, you bump my hand O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed How brownish are your branches O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed You surprise me every night O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed You surprise me every night First you roll, and then you fly And knock the cactus through the sky O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed You surprise me every night O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed The colors of your burning O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed The colors of your burning My feet, my hand, the cactus bush -- Now I light, because you pushed O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed The colors of your burning O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed I should have known the cons'quence O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed I should have known the cons'quence I burned you up, and now they've come Your brothers with their laser guns O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed I should have known the cons'quence O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed You've killed me posthumously O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed You've killed me posthumously And now I'm dead, kill'd strangely All that's left, this song, of me. O tumbleweed, O tumbleweed You've killed me posthumously
Dashing Through the Sand
5-Dec-2003
dashing through the sand like a rolling tumbleweed o'er the dunes we go laughing at our speed - hahaha sandals guard our feet running in this heat oh what fun to run and sing a desert song tonight - oh... tumbleweed, tumbleweed tumble all the way much more fun it is to sing 'bout this than bales of hay - hey!